Idle musings
Identified with form, we dream,
transfixed by mind’s restless thought stream,
so we heed not God’s wake up call,
working not with Him as a team.
God’s light is veiled by ego’s wall,
so who we are we don’t recall,
which is the sole cause of heart’s dread,
stance crouched, unable to stand tall.
On choosing to be by love led,
bliss pheromones in us are bred,
whence concepts dissolve, we evolve,
living more in heart, less in head.
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